Archangel Michael Chain Novels & Stories

Something was definitely up and Lisa had a feeling she wouldn’t like what came next. Zadkiel landed silently behind Lisa, she was only alerted to his presence but a slight ripple of displaced air. While lesser reapers like Lisa looked no different from humans, archangels were another story. Zadkiel stood tall, almost 7 feet with lean muscle and massive white wings, brighter than snow. His skin was the same shade as his wings, but there was an ethereal glow to its alabaster hue that made it painful to look at him for too long. The archangel wore a pair of black jeans, black boots, and a plain black t-shirt along with a silver pendant around his neck, the mark of his office.

I quickly lowered my gaze to the floor. Susan guided me to the empty chair directly to Danzel's right. "This is Angelina. She will be staying with us," Danzel announced smoothly to the table, leaving absolutely no room for questions. "Angelina, these are my highest-ranking lieutenants. Silas, Paul, Gabriel, Simon, and Philip." He pointed to each man in order. They all offered polite, respectful nods, except for Philip, who was flashing me a highly amused smirk. "We already had the pleasure of meeting, right, Angelina?" Philip asked loudly.

he giggles. Muchie then lazily looks at his friend, sighing at the look on its face. His friend sure is the Angel of Death, no mercy at the souls in his hands. It even laughs sweetly like it didn't just take an innocent soul. Although the Angel of Death keeps a dangerous smile on his face pairing it with an innocent look, Muchie knows he was just a misguided kid. At his age of twelve, he was appointed to such title, to take lives while Muchie at eighteen is a level three guardian angel.

Archangel Michael chuckled softly as he looked at all the men around him. "Rise, my brave warriors." Archangel Michael said with a proud smile on his face. All of them stood up but still, no one dared to look at him again. But Landon, he just could not help himself but steal glances of the archangel. He could not contain himself from looking at him and admire his beauty. It was near to impossible for Landon to keep his eyes on the ground.

Aria asked. “You shouldn’t address him directly.” Shad and I said at the same time. “Michael is an Archangel and the leader of God’s army. He deserves more respect.” “Emerial, Shadriel, Aria is in her right to speak to me directly. She maybe a New Goddess but her power speaks for itself. Yes, Milady, what Shadriel said is true. But only for the Angels that have human blood in them. For Angels like myself, well, we don’t have soulmates.” Michael said.

But now, seeing that he has already crossed the line, I no longer hesitate on killing the man. A black mist gathered on the floor where Lorde's shiny boots touched and from the wooden desk where he was leaning. I was very pleased as it swirled around him like a tornado, but before it began to suck the air out of his lungs, I hissed as a holy barrier immediately blocked the black mist, quickly expelling it. Double shit. The Archangel showed itself again. Raphael appeared at Lorde's back, standing next to Michael Winner's study chair. He gave me an immediate glower and bared his pure white teeth.

he said half smiling. “Yes.” Carlos said shaking his head. “Sorry.” James said stepping back and letting Carlos and Misty work magic to get their friend out of the chain. “Oh look we have Angels here.” Three different demons appeared, Anabel didn’t know who they were. “Legion said we could find some Angels here. So here we are, and as for the key, good luck breaking that magic, it was one of Hecta most strongest of them all.” He growled.

Archangel Michael Armaloth As I sat on my throne, I marvelled at the crystal sphere that held my enemies. I finally managed to get rid of these parasitic demons. I extended my arm while holding the crystal sphere in my hand. Suddenly it levitated and then disappeared in a loud explosion of sparkles. For now, it'll stay in the damned dimension.

Where traumatized souls came to forget after their deaths. According to Michael, the archangel who had been my guide as an angel, their god was able to give his “holy power” to those that he deemed worthy. But he was unable to take it away. That was the “world’s work,” for all were made in their god’s image and all were full of his glory. He was unable to take that away from them. Funny, I’ve never seen him on the moonlit pack runs.

Every step felt like a journey deeper into the shadows that crept beneath the very foundation of the church — shadows that threatened not just her, but Arthur, and the fragile hope they had kindled together. She paused in front of the stained-glass window depicting Saint Michael, the archangel whose sword slashed through darkness and evil. The colors spilled like liquid fire onto the floor, igniting a strange warmth within her. The visions she had endured—the flames and floods, the celestial battles—were no longer distant warnings. They were a call to arms.